After going upstairs after having lunch, Pei Juan went to bed first, but Bai Ling was not. Bai Ling is now full of energy and is not sleepy at all.

Pei Juan looked at Bai Ling with a sleepy look on his face, "Wife, why haven't you come to sleep yet?"

Even Bai Ling walked to the dressing table and turned on the small light, "I'm not sleepy yet, you go to bed first."

The dressing table was filled with information sent by Bai Yunwei in the evening.

She looked around all night and was filled with content. Some parts were written in hand. She looked very carefully and smiled gradually on her lips.

Pei Juan suddenly felt a little regretful that he had put the documents there today. He was really worried that he was snatching his wife with him now.

Pei Juan had to get out of bed and put his arms around Bai Ling's waist, leaned his head against her shoulder, and rubbed his face against Bai Ling's face.

"Aren't you worried that I can't sleep without you?"

They have always slept together, but now there is one person missing. He is really not used to it. He feels empty when he sleeps and can't sleep well.

"You fall asleep first and I'll come later, okay? And I've already had enough sleep just now, but now I really can't sleep." Bai Lingrou made a sound and said to him.

"Yes, yes, if there is no special arrangement, I will definitely leave this painting for Young Master Yang."

In a lazy tone, "I'll give you two days to deliver it to you."

Bai Ling had just seen through all the fog, and now he was the time to be excited and couldn't stop at all.

"I know, don't worry." Bai Ling kissed Pei Juan's face before he stopped.

Embroidery will officially start tomorrow, and this time you have to make good works.

Then point your finger at the pictures and content that Pei Juan couldn't understand.

"It's not raining outside today. Let's go back. I'm going to start thinking about the game."

What special arrangements can be made?

Yang Xingli complained in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud.

I didn't expect that I would go to someone else's house so soon, and he didn't have time to appreciate it.

"Ah Juan, come and see." She waved her hand to signal Pei Juan to come over.

I was feeling the impression, but who knew the phone rang again.

Because the program of New Year Ceremony has attracted the attention of the people across the country, even during the Spring Festival, the staff dare not rest and are working overtime. Everyone is watching the works that participated in the last Qingyue competition are a bit tricky, and they don’t know what to do.

When the phone was answered, Yang Xingli's young master became angry. He basked in the sun and blew the sea breeze, and said slowly: "Leave the things in your hand for me. No matter how much the other party said, I will give it twice."

When Pei Juan woke up in the morning, he habitually touched the people around him, but only the cold quilt was waiting for him.

"Hello, this is the Shangjing Museum."

"Do whatever you should do, don't be scruples." In other words, just follow the rules.

"Okay, I wish you a happy New Year." After getting the answer, the people from the program team contacted the museum.

He must get this painting from Qingyue this time, and he can be regarded as a family heirloom after he stays it.

Bai Ling was a little surprised when she received this call. Unexpectedly, the other party called him to ask what to do with this painting.

I don’t know who will fall into the last painting.

But she still happily shared with Pei Juan.

Bai Ling originally wanted to say it was not necessary, but after thinking about his situation, he unconsciously touched his stomach with his hands, and also thought of Bai Yunwei who stayed up late to practice embroidery last night.

But it's a pity that the museum has always answered no.

According to the rules of the program, the works participating in the program should be placed in the museum for everyone to watch, but the situation is different now. The painting is so beautiful, and the cost is definitely not cheap, so no one knows what to do, so he called Qingyue.

"Okay, then you clean up and I'll talk to them, do you want to take Bai Yunwei away?"

Bai Ling was so worried that she couldn't remember the time anymore. At this moment, she looked outside the window and realized that it was already dawn.

How could she be so cute? She was so cute that she couldn't bear to say a harsh word.

However, this painting is so beautiful, it will definitely be snatched by many people. If you have money, you will definitely buy it.

"Okay, then you can go to bed after watching for a while, don't watch it for too long."

The phone was hung up, and the director looked at the work in the cargo box behind with a little distressed feeling.

The director sat in the truck. This time he went to pick up the goods himself, and his heart was sweet.

During this period, the museum's phone number was blew up because everyone was asking whether Qingyue's work had arrived in the museum. Everyone was hoping to experience it with their own eyes.

It was done in one go, it wasn't too fast.

Calling to get is not a fixed number, but pulling it away is a fixed number.

The museum also watched the show early and knew how outstanding "Winter Night" was this time. I had long wanted to take over the work myself, but I didn't know if there were other arrangements there.

After so many days, the event finally called to pick up the works. The people from the museum arrived, picked up the goods and took them away as quickly as possible.

After Pei Juan returned, Bai Ling focused on the documents again.

The director was thinking this way, and the call arrived directly. Seeing this familiar phone call, the director had a bad feeling.

Listening to the familiar and arrogant voice, the director finally remembered who this person was, the young master of the Yang family, the one who won the painting last time with Juan Ye.

She was excited to read the contents here, and it was a night.

Pei Juan originally wanted to be angry, but seeing the girl's excited appearance now, she couldn't even say anything blamed.

When he got up, he saw Bai Ling was still sitting in front of the dressing table. The information had been seen on the last page. He was still talking about some movements on his hands, and it seemed that he was simulating embroidered hair.

"Don't take her away, just tell her the address and let her come to me tomorrow."

"I am Pei Zhiyun's wife Fang Qingyan. I want the "Winter Night" from Qingyue."

Pei Juan had a few black lines on his head, and his face looked ugly. He said with a dark face: "You could have watched it all night?"

"I finally saw through my mother's embroidery method, combined with the information sent by Bai Yunwei, I finally figured out what was going on." She finally understood what was going on as she looked and drew along the way.

"Ms. Fang...Ms. Fang?" The director did not expect that a person like Fang Qingyan would call him personally. What's wrong with this?

As expected, these upper class people had sharp eyes as he thought.

I have not even brought "Winter Night" to the museum and called to ask for goods.

However, in the current form, Mrs. Fang should be the last one, and "Winter Night" should end up falling into Ms. Fang's hands.
Chapter completed!